Post by chrisoneill on Sept 15, 2007 16:50:26 GMT -5
There was a time when I looked into a mirror
never seen myself clearer
never seen myself
never seen
never
it reminds me of an Irish ditty inspired upon the viewing of an emptied flagon made of my flesh
" and its no nae never no nae never no more will I play the wyld rover no nae never no'more"
My head still aches with the determination he pounded into the table and the line breaks.
So an aching question lingers at my fingertips...? What kind of carrot did they dangel this time. The promise of wines and fruit. Eternal youth? Carnal desire? Or pehapse a seat at some primordial fire?
More importantly I am shure johnathan will not be seen for a year and a day. Anyone know of a fitting subject to inspire here in the now?
In service to Earth,
Clay